• The Tenuous Purpose

    This Blog is built - not, as some might expect, on a flimsy whim but on a strong and single minded principle.

    That principle concerns Biscuits and their position in the world.

    We are really very keen on biscuits.
    As are many of you out there.
    We think.

    We wish to create an archive of Arrowroot, a backlog of Bourbons and a catalogue of Chocolate Fingers. Anybody can contribute an entry - or dispute somebody else's - provided they are not dull.
    Even Americans who perhaps don't really have the heritage of biscuitry that we are fortunate to have here.

    Or maybe they do and we are unaware of the full glory of the cookie.

    We realise that this whole subject is admirably and concisely dealt with by that excellent and unbeatable website A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down. Our feeble efforts will be as the kicking of a gadfly in the face of their wisdom and experience but we hope that we may have a small contribution to make.

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    James Alexander-Sinclair of Blackpitts
    Gardener, Blogger, Journalist, Lecturer etc, etc. Much of his life is spent loafing around other people’s gardens issuing directives and generally cluttering up the place. However, like the great Mr Kipling, he does (occasionally) make exceptionally good gardens. (Although even Mr Kipling messed up a bit with the Carrot and Walnut Mini Classics.)

    Mark Diacono of Otter Farm
    He does sterling work growing many inappropriate plants in Devon. He dedicates a great deal of time and effort nurturing a plethora of plants that are (mostly) totally unsuited to our climate. His is a life of such extreme eccentric dedication that to start a Blog about Biscuits seems perfectly normal. He treads gently in the footsteps of people like the great William Buckland,a professor of Geology who claimed that he could tell location by tasting the local topsoil.

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A Little Conundrum….

A couple of years ago, the town council annexed our estate from the sleepy village of Langley Burrell and merged it with the rest of Chippenham Without*. This was not completed without some protest from us residents as it resulted in a major hike in our council tax payments. But our pleas fell on the deaf ears of central government and thus our fiscal fate was sealed.
A positive outcome from this sad affair has been the formation of a local residents association hell bent on ensuring that we actually get something of value from the hundreds of extra pounds we have to pay every year. The main goal is to have a community centre built: the estate was going to have a school which would have doubled as such, but the local parents baulked at the prospect of sending their little darlings to a place situated under an electricity pylon, so houses were built there instead.
Despite the lack of a focal building, there are some social and community events already under way. There is a coffee morning in a local pub each Wednesday, various quiz evenings, a summer barbecue, plus a spring litter pick. Last night saw 30 souls gather for a meal at The Plough and NAH** went along: a night without sleep had made me extremely grouchy, so I wasn’t being very sociable with him, never mind 29 complete strangers.
As you’ve probably guessed from the picture heading this post, he arrived home late last night bearing gifts of a biscuit nature in the form of a festive selection tin courtesy of the evening’s obligatory fundraising raffle. So dear reader, which biscuit do you think he picked first from the tin this morning? And which one was delivered with my mug of coffee this afternoon?
Michelle Chapmanof that Mint.
(You will notice from the above appellation that Michelle has become the first person to contribute twenty posts to this blog and has therefore been further ennobled. She will be expecting due deference and first go at any selection tin in future)
* = outer Chippenham. Central Chippenham is called… Chippenham Within
** = Non-allotmenteering Husband – just in case you don’t know already